"Bye, Uncle!" That little girl, Han Yu, was quite lively. As she left, she even made a face at Zhou Fan, as if she still thought "Uncle" was an unflattering title. "Bye, Sister Chen!"
"Hahaha, so now you're an 'uncle,' and you still had the nerve to say *I* have a generation gap with them!" Chen Yao was laughing cheerfully as they left the barbecue joint. Her face was flushed from the drinks, and she clung to Zhou Fan's arm with both hands, chattering excitedly.
SMACK!
Zhou Fan slapped Chen Yao on the butt, earning a coquettish glare from her. "Hmph, you jerk. Why do you always like hitting me there? Is it just because I dragged you into that mess without your permission? But you should be thanking me! If I hadn't stepped in, would you have met that Han Huan guy's daughter?"
